Sunset Lane (Cornelia Street for 51st BDay)

Maile and Anais gave me this incredible tribute song for my 51st birthday and blew me away with the care and tenderness of their song. It’s a personalized history of my life to the tune of Taylor Swift’s “Cornelia Street” which is a favorite of ours.

Anais and I learned to play it on guitar together and she played it in the recording below while they both sang it for me in my studio. Thank you both for this beautiful gift!!!

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Handwritten lyrics on a music stand

Sunset Lane (Cornelia Street For Dad’s BDay 2023)

by Maile and Anais Molin
(to the tune of Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift)

He was born in Arlington, Virginia, in the year of ’72
Tiny little clenched Fists,
Cute Face
Your mom and dad truly loved you
Going to Mrs Elwel’s, curly hair
Then Al Seeber comes along
Away for the weekend, flooding the
basement while you were gone

And we hope we never lose you, hope it never ends
We’d never lose the Flippy Flyer again
That’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend
We’d never lose the Flippy Flyer again
And baby, I get mystified by all the pretty songs you write
And baby, I’m so goddamn glad that I’ve got you in my life
We’d never lose the Flippy Flyer again
We’d never lose the Flippy Flyer again

Working in the bike shop, The
Great Molinis doing tricks on the weekend Busking in the village, talkin ’bout philosophy with Manfred Moving down to Texas in KK’S House
Buying his own on Sunset Lane
Making Friends with Doug and Americo
Workin the band right into place

Going to class on your bike
Dye your hair blonde, writing songs for an open mic

And we hope we never lose you, hope it never ends
We’d never go to Tarka ever again
That’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend
We’d never go to Tarka ever again
And baby, I get mystified by all the pretty songs you write And baby, I’m so goddamn glad that I have got you in my life We’d never go to Tarka ever again
We’d never go to Tarka ever again

98, HEB
Meet the checkout girl in her lane On one knee with a ring
From a toy machine
Tiny new beginnings
Crawling in the kitchen Kicking, laughing, spinning, singing And we hope we never lose you
We’d never do the Crabula again
Oh, never again

And baby, I’m so mystified by all the pretty songs you write
And baby, I’m so goddamn, glad that I’ve got you in my life
We’d never do the Crabula again
We’d never do the Crabula again never ends
We don’t wanna lose you, hope we you went
We don’t wanna lose you, yeah

We love you so much Hope you have a happy 51st birthday!

New Song Demo: Blue Moonlight

I am proud to present a new type of song that I have been working on for the last six months. I bought a looper (the Boss RC600) and a percussion pad (the Roland Handsonic) that allow me to layer all sorts of sounds and rhythms onto my songs in real-time.

I’m just beginning to understand everything these things can do and utilize them for new arrangements of my songs, but it’s already sounding good to me and I’m having a lot of fun making a bigger sound as a one-man band.

Here’s a recent demo of a new song I wrote for the song game called Blue Moonlight. I did not use Logic to record all these parts separately in multi-track recording software, as I would usually do to create all these parts.

Instead, I recorded each part as a separate loop and performed the song in one take, triggering different sections with the loop pedal. It’s rough, but I’m really happy with where this is going and the possibilities for making a fuller sound as a solo musician.

Blue Moonlight

I feel alive
I think I’ll sing tonight
My crystals are charging in the blue moonlight
But I can’t swim with the howlers tomorrow night
At the springs ’cause I’m sick but I might

I see my likeness
In every scene, in every screen
While my clothes dry in the moonlight on Sunset Ln
I can’t stay up for the meteor shower
I need my seven hours
or I run out of power the next day

I’m out for strides
I’m alone under the trees along the riverside
Moonlight is my only friend
Down the middle of the street
and through the trees along Blunn Creek

I lie and lie
And call it poetry and songwriting
Whipin’ up an alternate persona
That sings about anything that he wants to die
Just to get it out, at least for a while

The formula is thin, I’ll have to admit it
The camera frames a limited-edition life
So we can hear what makes us cry

New Song Demo: Boundary Detector

My boundary detector is acting up today
I can’t get a good reading off anything you say
I thought that when you smiled it meant that we were cool
But now I’m gettin signals I broke some sort of rule

I need you to help me take some readings
help me calibrate this thing before I hurt some feelings
I need you to help me read the scene
before I do more damage and say something I don’t mean

boundaries, boundaries
surrounding me, confounding me endlessly

My boundary detector is setting off alarms
Calling for security and locking up my heart
It promised to protect us, keep us safe and sound,
But when the lines got blurred it tried to turn you down

I need you to help take some readings
help me calibrate this thing before I hurt your feelings
I need you to help me read the scene
before I do more damage and say something I might mean

boundaries, boundaries
surrounding me, confounding me endlessly

My boundary detector is learning all the signs
The tones that are closed, the invite in your eyes
Wait for me up ahead, I’m slow but I’m true
I tunin my instruments to make my way to you

I need you to help me let you in
help me understand where I end and you begin
I need you to help me disappear
let go of myself so    I can let go of my fear

boundaries, boundaries
surrounding me, confounding me endlessly

I took the photo above of street art in Lisbon in the summer of 2022. I snapped several of this artist’s continuous line graffiti faces. The street art was wonderful and this artist was one of my favorites.

The Song Game

I am thrilled to report that the song game is on. I had played the song game with a group that Gray was in before, but fell off and really missed it. Now Doug, Gray, Danny, and I have started our own version and I’m so grateful to have this group.

Song Game Rules

1. song and next prompt due every Mon. 8 am.
2. everyone comments on every song.
3. 8 weeks on, 4 weeks off

Basically, you have to write and record a song every week. We added the break every 8 weeks because you need breaks. It’s a tough pace for me to keep.

We also added the requirement that everyone give some nice feedback because it’s a drag when no one comments on your favorite new creation.

We’re three weeks in and I couldn’t be happier. Why?

Because it’s so cool to trade songs with such badass players and interesting creators. We’re all trying new stuff all the time and it’s entertaining, poignant, fresh, raw, and inspiring.

Writing for my musician friends motivates me to keep up, make cool music, and get to hear theirs. Accountability and feedback are built in. We learn a lot from and about each other.

And there’s nothing I’d rather be doing than working on a new song. Nothing distracts me or motivates me like making music. And it’s a great way for me to balance the stress of work with immersive play.

As sure as I am that music brings me joy and I want to share it I am often unsure of what I’m supposed to be doing. But writing new songs is always at the top of the list and it brings a sense of focus, hope and confidence.

I will be posting new song demos again. May I play the song game forever.

I took the photo above of Beck and band at Moody Center, Aug. 2023.

This Pool Is Your Pool – Celebrating Stacy Pool’s 85th Year

Our neighborhood pool, Big Stacy, turns 85 this year and a bunch of folks gathered there to celebrate this morning. I was asked to sing, so I made a local version of Woody’s classic and sang it for the crowd.

This Pool Is Your Pool

This pool is your pool, this pool is my pool
From East Live Oak street to Travis Heights Elementary School
From East Side Drive to Alameda
This pool was made for you and me

As I went swimming with my mermaid daughter
We played for hours in the cooling water
Thank god we’ve got it as the summer gets hotter
This pool was made for you and me

In 1930 they built the first one
And then the Works Projects Administration
Made it bigger in ’37
This pool was made for you and me

This pool is your pool, this pool is my pool
From East Live Oak street to Travis Heights Elementary School
From East Side Drive to Alameda
This pool was made for you and me

Thanks to the city for keeping it open
Thanks to the lifeguards for keeping it going
Thanks to the water for keeping it flowing
This pool is maintained for you and me

This pool is your pool, this pool is my pool
From East Live Oak street to Travis Heights Elementary School
From East Side Drive to Alameda
This pool was made for you and me